Azaria started a thread yesterday asking: of all the people who have ever lived, who would we most like to spend a day with? Several made very touching comments about a parent or grandparent and it got me to thinking about something.
My (loyal JW) mother has issues of her own – not all of them JW related – but she and I have always gotten along although we've never really been that close. That's partly because she has strong Native American tendencies but also because she lost her father when she was very young and never learned to show affection. It's probably never helped, either, that I am the spitting image (in appearance and demeanor) of my deceased father, a man my mother came to despise long before he left this place. Still, we have good times together, my mother and I – better now than they have ever been.
Which brings me to my father. Before he passed (and not knowing that he would), he and I did spend several whole days together here and there. I came to see why he and my mother never got along and why they split up when I was little. They were two decent people, poorly matched. Which brings me to the point of this thread.
I know what a day is like with my parents. With one, I have the privilege fairly often. Though we don't see eye-to-eye on religious matters, my mother is one of the most decent people you're ever likely to meet. I also know what a day is like with my father. I'm probably not as appreciative as I oughta be, but truth be told, neither of my parents are great company. Not to say that they are bad people just... well... you know? Knowing what it's like to spend time with them, I was wondering if I would be better off NOT knowing but having the dream that spending time with them would be the greatest thing in the world.
IOW, would I be better off having a dream of what it would be like instead of knowing the reality?
Taking it a step further... what if every person everywhere could get to know for certain that there isn't a god. What if the mystery of his existence (or non-existence) was totally removed? What if the mystery of what happens when we die could be totally removed? What if we could get to know for certain that there wasn't an afterlife of any kind? That this life really was all there is? Would we be better off now? Or is it better that we go through life hoping in something that may not even be real?
Is it better living with the reality – or the dream?